1 Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting2 upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of the3 city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but4 claret wine this first year of our reign. And now5 henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls6 me other than Lord Mortimer.

Enter a Soldier, running

Soldier

7 Jack Cade! Jack Cade!

CADE

8 Knock him down there.

They kill him

SMITH

9 If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack10 Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.

DICK

11 My lord, there's an army gathered together in12 Smithfield.

CADE

13 Come, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go14 and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn15 down the Tower too. Come, let's away.